'education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world',
i look around. there he is. nelson mandela.
'The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall'
i pull out my pastel peach gel pen and start taking notes on mr mandela's inspiring words.
'Poverty is not an accident. Like slavery and apartheid, it is man-made and can be removed by the actions of human beings'
i start nodding my head, and with a lowered voice, i say;
'mmm...yeah...i like that one'
the person sat to my left turns to me as mr mandela says:
'We know too well that our freedom is incomplete without the freedom of the Palestinians'
he taps me on the shoulder, and says;
'ooh i like that one, put that one in there'
i smile a nod my head, putting it in, 'yeehee'.
'Forget the past', mr mandela concludes as he dismisses the class.
'but, uhhhh, mr jackson, could you stay behind a minute please?'
the room begins to clear as people filter out. i moonwalk over to mr mandela's desk, colour flooding my cheeks as i get more and more anxious. it must be the crippling anxiety kicking in.
who is he? what does he want from me?
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